Dwarf & Thrust
Dwarf
I’ve been working on a new alloy from the Blackstone mines, strong enough to keep a wing from splintering in a storm. Think you can fly it and prove its worth, Thrust?
Thrust
You got it! Let's crank the engines and see if your alloy can outshine the sky—bring the storm, I'm ready.
Dwarf
Good enough, then. Hold tight, let the wind do its work, and let’s see if this iron‑black alloy can stand up to the storm. It’s forged deep in the stone, not made to crack in a breeze. Come on, show me what you’ve got.
Thrust
Right, let’s light up the engines and let the sky test it—watch this alloy hold up, no wind’s gonna get the best of it. Let's do it.
Dwarf
Alright, fire them up. Keep the thrust steady, and let the wind howl. This alloy’s been hardened in fire, not in fancies. Bring it on.
Thrust
Hold tight, engines revving, wind howling—let's show that alloy its mettle. Let’s fly!
Dwarf
We’ll fly like a thunderbolt, lad. Hold on, and let’s see that alloy keep its edge. Let’s go!